In May, 1979 I graduated from college Summa Cum Laude, with a 4.0 GPA and a BA in history. I was first in my class. I had been accepted into a master\u2019s degree program at UCLA. My parents had given me their five year old car as a graduation gift: a 1974 Buick LeSabre. At the time they gave it to me, it was in perfect working condition. I had spent most of the summer between my junior and senior years of college working full time at a brush factory as a \u201cmaterial\u2019s handler.\u201d I was paid minimum wage, 2.65 per hour, and I worked forty hours per week. I saved every penny.<\/p>\n
So when I graduated from college I had about 900 dollars in the bank. I thought I was in good shape financially. Within a week or so I was able to find a place to live. Nothing fancy, no kitchen, just a couple of rooms and a bath. With the utilities included as part of the rent, it would only cost me 180 dollars a month. Meanwhile I began the process of trying to find a job. <\/p>\n
\tWithin two weeks I was working for a large apartment complex cleaning and rehabilitating apartments. At first, it seemed like the perfect job: something part time that wouldn\u2019t conflict with my upcoming class schedule at UCLA.<\/p>\n
\tUnfortunately, it quickly became apparent that the job was a very bad one: I was lucky to have even a single apartment to clean each week and I ended up barely clearing two hundred dollars for month\u2019s labor. I was expected to be on the premises of the apartment complex every morning by eight and had to stay until six. They made me do various odd jobs, but I only got paid when an apartment needed to be cleaned. I wound up putting in a full forty hour week and was lucky to get paid for even eight of them. <\/p>\n
With the 180 dollars I paid for rent each month, I didn\u2019t have much left for food or gasoline. And given the hours I was expected to be there, I had little opportunity to seek an alternative job. With no other income, I didn\u2019t feel comfortable just quitting. I wasn\u2019t getting much, and it wasn\u2019t a good situation, but I figured some money was better than no money.<\/p>\n
\tAt the time I graduated from college, gas was going for about 60 cents a gallon. By mid-summer, the price had doubled. My eight-cylinder Buick LeSabre got less than fifteen miles to the gallon. <\/p>\n
\tThen the car began having mechanical problems: a blown water pump, a leaking radiator, a dead alternator, a flat tire. It seemed something went wrong with it every other week. My savings vanished thanks to the car repair bills\u2014savings that I had been counting on to pay for my first year of classes at UCLA. <\/p>\n
Now what was I going to do?<\/p>\n
\tI could barely afford to eat two meals a day\u2014sometimes only one meal\u2014and those meals consisted of ramen noodles or Kraft macaroni and cheese. By the end of August I had lost more than thirty pounds\u2014and I\u2019d barely weighed 130 to start with.<\/p>\n
\tI couldn\u2019t find any other jobs. And no one I asked at church or anywhere else offered any suggestions or help. I began to doubt that I\u2019d be able to keep enough gas in the car to get to the job I had, let alone have enough to get to UCLA. And how would I ever pay for classes even if I could get there?<\/p>\n
\tThere was nothing I could think to do but to keep on doing what I was doing, to perform my job to the best of my abilities, and to keep cutting back on my food intake so I could at least keep paying the rent. By the beginning of September I despaired of ever being able to get my master\u2019s degree.<\/p>\n
\tThen, in late August, a man in the church told me about a job opening at the Burbank Airport. He worked in upper management at Lockheed, and at the time, Lockheed had the contract for operating the parking lots there. So he saw to it that I got the job. Practically overnight I went from making so little I was slowly starving to death, to making four times the minimum wage\u2014with health coverage. Within the first week, my bank account was replenished and I had food in my refrigerator that wasn\u2019t just dried noodles. By the time class registration came three weeks later, I had enough to pay for my courses at UCLA. I could even afford the gas for the trip. <\/p>\n
\tThat hungry summer had felt like an eternity. I had thought things would never get better. I was certain that all my hopes and dreams for the future, for my education\u2014for even just living\u2014had been dashed forever. I had become certain that the light at the end of the tunnel was an approaching locomotive.<\/p>\n
\tBut I passed through it and life went on. Over those next three years before I finished my graduate studies I faced other bad times\u2014but those passed as well. Nothing in life is more certain than, \u201cthis too, will change.\u201d No matter how dark your graveyard shift, morning always comes.<\/p>\n
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